My name
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What does my name mean to you?
It will disappear, just like the waves lapping on the shore in the distance.
A deep, bleak voice,
Like the sound in the jungle at night.
It will appear in your yearbook.
Without leaving any trace of life,
Like the design on the tombstone,
I don't know what words are used.
What's the point? In recent events,
It has long been forgotten in a disturbing passion,
It won't make your mind produce.
That kind of pure and provocative memories.
But sad days, lonely times,
Please call my name softly,
Said: there are people in the world who remember me.
There is a heart that has not forgotten me. ...
Xiaohua
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I found a little flower in the book.
It withered, lost its fragrance and was forgotten.
So my heart can't help it.
Full of strange reverie:
Where is it open? What time does it open?
What spring was it? How long has it been open?
Did a stranger or a friend take it off?
What is the reason for being caught by this book?
Is it to commemorate that affectionate tryst?
Or to commemorate destiny takes a hand's parting?
Maybe when walking alone,
From the shade, or on the road?
It's him, still alive? It's her. Still alive?
Where is their home now?
Maybe they're all withered,
Like this little flower for no reason?
I love you.
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I love you,
Love, maybe not yet.
Put it in my heart,
I hope it won't bother you,
I don't want to upset you at all.
I once loved you in silence and despair,
I put up with shyness,
And suffering from jealousy,
I love you so sincerely and tenderly,
God bless you,
Another person will love you as much as I do.